Not worthy of her love...

At last night's soccer game I ran into my friend B.B. I don't know how or why B.B. and I became friends because heck, the last time we socialized and shared adult drinks together was probably at a BONKO game in 1999. But still, whenever I run into B.B., our conversations easily pick up where we last left off.  We speak of the highs and lows of raising teenage daughters. We speak of our self-inflicted work loads. And we always speak of the joys of being with our golden retrievers.
Last night, B.B. informed me that Harley has not appeared on my blog in quite some time. "How is Harley?" she asked with a concerned tone in her voice.
I immediately felt guilty because Harley has been neglected as of late. There. I admit it. Sure, everyday I feed her, pet her and say kind words to her, but I haven't walked Harley nor have I played ball with her in at least two weeks. When I returned home last night, Harley didn't run to greet me. I think she has given up on me....
Thanks B.B. for reminding me of the important stuff in life. Today I shall play ball with Harley.